Duress

Posted on Wed Jun 24th, 2026 @ 7:39pm by Lonian Royal Sovereignty & Civilian Teevs Dosivi

Mission: Season 6: Episode 7: Crossroads of Destiny
Location: Niea IV : Detention Centre
Timeline: MD4 :: after Just Confess
762 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

The guards dragged Teevs to the high security isolation wing from the interrogation room. The guard presence was higher here, and the air felt thicker, like there was an additional heaviness tainting the space.

"Please... let Addison go," Teevs pleaded. His voice was hoarse, and he fought to hold himself together. "She didn't do anything. She doesn't know anything, I swear!"

"By Thilia, shut up," one guard barked at him. They stopped in front of a cell and tossed him unceremoniously into it. “You could have been here sooner if you had just cooperated." The two then activated the forcefield before leaving.

Teevs grunted in pain when he hit the back wall of the cell. He collapsed into a heap on the ground, not really hearing if the guards said anything else but recognising fading footsteps. A shiver wrapped itself around his body, despite the warm air that clung to his skin. He couldn’t move if he wanted to; his energy was completely drained. Ragged breathing echoed in his ears. The floor was cool against his cheek. His heart raced, anticipating a threat that was no longer there.

What… the fuck is going on?

Being woken up in the middle of the night left his head thick with a headache. Sluggishly, Teevs tried to make sense of what happened. Memories --no, sensations-- came in flashes. Fingers digging into his arms. The weight of the restraints. A slap. Blood in his mouth. His injuries pulsed with a dull ache. Slowly, he shifted to curl up and protect his torso, the simple effort exhausting. The interrogation was just fragments poorly stitched together. The questions asked of him lacked a face, only identifiable by the fists that followed them. Who knew how long that lasted.

A faint scream. Teevs couldn't tell if it was his recollection of Addison in agony or if it was real. Seeing the guard strike her, injure her... it left his chest so painfully tight with dread that he wanted to throw up. He was feeling it again now, knowing that she was still in the interrogation room.

Then, a surge of panic stirred up adrenaline that his body couldn’t use.

Kerilia.

He didn't remember what the guards had said about her. He remembered the guards showing him the security feed of her huddled in the corner of tla cell. With a sharp hiss, Teevs slowly pushed himself up so he could sit with his back against the wall. The assholes didn't bother to free his hands, and the ache in his shoulders only compounded onto everything else. Through vision blurred by a lack of sleep and swelling, he visually scanned the limited area outside his cell. Where was Kerilia? What had they done with her? That uncertain panic, the fear of not knowing where his daughter was, had nowhere to go, and as much as he tried to hold onto it, he didn’t have the energy. It sputtered out until it was an acidic burn at the back of his throat. What could he do? He felt tears begin to slide down his cheeks as he rested his head against the wall. It was the only thing he had energy for. His lips mouthed Kerilia’s name a couple times, as if saying her name would make her appear.

He couldn’t protect her. He couldn't protect either of them.

Guilt made him shut his eyes, though it did nothing to block out the swarm of thoughts. The family home was supposed to be safe. He pushed the Elysium to get to his homeworld… did he not see the signs? His breathing became uneven and shallow. He failed. As a father, as a partner... he failed. He confessed to protect them, but Addison was still trapped in that room. Kerilia was still scared and in danger.

What were they doing to them?

The burning need to protect his family made Teevs strain to push himself up, wincing and groaning as his fatigued body protested. Even though he was trapped, and he had no plan, he needed to try. His legs trembled. His restrained hands were useless.

I have to try...

His legs quickly gave out, sending him back to the floor with a painful grunt.

No… no, no, no… He tried again, but could barely get his chest off the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut. Quiet, uneven gasps of air contaminated the small space. His body trembled as he sobbed without sound.